Chapter 19

On the way back, Miranda sat in silence, staring out the car window, her right hand trembling slightly. She was once again pulled back into that painful past, reliving the humiliation, the torment, and the so-called justice that condemned her. Dorian's large hand held her trembling wrist gently. "Did you swing the rod too hard just now? Is your wrist hurting again?" He rubbed her hand softly, his voice careful and gentle. "I'm sorry, Miranda. I didn't tell you beforehand because I didn't want you to see him again. I know you want to take revenge, but I also know that doing this doesn't make you happy." He studied her profile seriously. "Miranda, I hope you can leave these things to me. You only need to keep doing what you love." Miranda didn't pull her hand away, still staring out the window. Her voice was calm. "The psychologist said that to truly heal, I could choose to forget, let time mend the wounds, or face the pain head-on. "But I don't want to forget, and I don't want t